
Holy hell, I have cabin fever and I have it BAD!
You might already know this about me, but I hate to drive. Like, I really, really, really, hate to drive. My 2002 Dodge (aka, “the tuna can”) has only 62,000 miles on it. Most cars her age have 150,000+ miles on them by this time. Not mine. I can go for days without needing to drive someplace, and most of the time, when I do leave, it’s a pretty safe bet I’m not behind the wheel. I leave that up to someone else. I admit it, I not only HATE to drive, but I’m also pretty bad at it; maybe one has something to do with the other, maybe not, but in any case I am fully aware of my suckful driving abilities. Though, I can say, I have NEVER been in an accident that I caused. EVER.
I’ve been effectively snowed in since Sunday night. After getting almost six inches of the white stuff Sunday night, Mother Nature bitch-slapped Atlanta with freezing rain and sleet early Monday morning, turning that beautiful, white, fluffy, powder into a giant ice sheet that covered the entire city. I can’t even walk on this stuff, forget about driving on it. Atlanta has about 4.75 million residents in the greater metropolitan area, covers roughly 8,400 square miles, and has, as near as I can tell from news accounts, access to 5 snow plows and a dozen sand/salt trucks. Do the math… I’ll wait… Yup, that means nobody is going anywhere and unless the weather is cooperative, it’s going to be a few days. Yeah, no, the weather has not been very cooperative. The highs have hovered at about 27 degrees and what little ice manages to melt during the day refreezes over night as the temperatures dip down into the middle and low teens.
I just went out to see if my car would start. It took me about 40 minutes to clear it off (dammit I’m mad at myself for not taking a photo of it before and after) and bless her little heart, she started right up! Now, lets see if I can make it a mile and a half to the market… I owe some daffy bitch a fucking carrot cake for her birthday this weekend, and I love her enough to risk it. Plus, I have GOT to get out of the loft, I’m about to go bonkers!
*EDIT I decided to do a little recon before I committed to a drive to the market and took a little walk (“walk” is such a subjective word, I think I pulled something trying not to fall on my ass) up to the main street. I got there just in time to see a semi oh-so-slowly slide into a car stopped at the traffic light. Yeah, I think it can wait until tomorrow.